Everything's An Illusion.
I try to sleep but my eyes are open
I can't think cause my heart is broken
And there's a bottle right next to me
I'll down a few drinks just to take the pain away
I wanna say all the things I need to say
I won't lie, I'll just tell them honestly
If God can take a friend away from me
Then I can say all I want and he won't do anything.
The dirty was slowly flung into the whole where he lay. The echoes when it his the box rang in Liam's ears
It wasn't supposed to happen like this. One day he was walking around and just being his typical self then, just like that, he was gone. Out of not just Liam's life, but their daughters.
It was raining quite heavily which seemed to make the atmosphere worse for him. His eyes wandered across to Niall who was holding his baby girl Eameli. He smiles then, remembering how Liam fought to call his Emily, but unless it was spelt uniquely his partner was having none of it.
The first day he held Eameli in his arms was the happiest day of his life. The surrogate mother was more than amazing to both of them while carrying her. He gently waved to his 2 year old as more tears drenched his face. She didn't understand why he was crying, but she waved back with the most eager smile.
Liam's head turned to his lovers mother. Her cries jittery and loud. No mother needs to see her 24 year old son being buried. She noticed Liam's glance and she stopped and titled her head. However she was not the only one. Everyone stopped and stared. He was taking painfully long to say his good byes.
His mind is thinking about when they first met. 13th March 2008. It was by far the happiest moment of Liam's life. He smiled as he thought of how carefree the both of them where. Just getting through life, never knowing if it was all going to end. They loved each other to much to think about losing one another.
He shuffled the dirt in his hand as he leaned down to the 6 foot ditch.
He hasn't dared look at the tombstone. Until now.
Here lays Harry Edward Styles.
1st February 1994 - 13th March 2018
Loving Husband, son and father.
Happiness is like a butterfly: The more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.
That quote meant more to Harry more than anything. He wasn't looking for Happiness when him and Liam met and then he found it.
'I miss you more than I could imagine. And to be honest, I prepared myself to miss you a lot. It sounds stupid, I was angry at you. You said you would never leave me and I trusted you. You said I could but I can't. It's not like you asked for it to happen, but then again God answers prayers right? Lets just hope it wasn't your dream to sleep for so long and leave me in this nightmare. Well, sweet dreams curly. Your a prick you know that? Well, now you do. I Love you.'
The dirt flew through the air and landed right on the coffin where Harry's heart should be.
'You always said I could aim.' Liam let out a half hearted laugh and sniffled a few times before picking up Eameli from Niall's arms. 'Come on Emy, Lets go home.'
Sleep well, my friend
There will be another moment we'll meet again
Just let it go
Sleep well, goodnight
You're something to remember
I wish that you were here by my side.